totem

The life is good they say

Grounded by expensive clothes

And debt obligations

Says R. Willis:

“I am no ordinary spectre -

Look around – each pore speaks,

Each atom, a prophet of cosmic agency“

Says the totem of complicity:

Barbarity through dusky

Displayed indeference.

The 20th century mantra,

The horde has sacked the town

Filled it somehow

With their gaudy poundshops

Pinched expressions

“It's just a lark -

Besides, I lack stimulus“

The following edition begs consumption

The old elite has run out of milk

Ex-marxist English lecturer

Beseeches indifferent schoolboys

To choose their own fate

Which simply means

In the world of indifferent schoolboys

Creating a new persona in

Sitdown addictive online

Schizoid role-playing games

Or denuding said ex-marxist teacher

If world requires indifference

As latest edition purports

Then I have a kind of fuel today

In the world of debt obligations

This is the second childhood.

As happy and grateful as all that

Does not suggest.